Murmurs of Respect
Rick, a usually quiet observer, leaned in closer to me and muttered softly, ‘Respect’s a two-way street.’ His words carried a weight that lingered.
I thought about what respecting someone really meant. Maybe it was high time these two bikers learned what underestimating someone could cost them.
The stillness in the air was as loud as the uproarious laughter echoing just moments before, with those few words shifting the perspective completely.